What's your name, vagabond?
Where do you come from
With your lilac cold soul
And air of mystery and sorrow?
Hiding the unspoken bond
Of your soul's song,
So low and dark,
Alone and lost.
This reality you never asked for
Was forced upon you
It was so long ago
You grew up
In this horrible reality
You called home.
A runaway "Deiform"
Now an urchin
With hate and anger.
"You don't have to see
What I turn out to be,
Just another daiform entity."
What's your name, Vagabond?
Where do you come from
With your mind so confused
And your heart in the abyss.
The rout of the storm
And the bitter cold ice
Spreads through you
With violence
As the thrum of death surrounds you.
What's your name, Vagabond?
And where do you come from
With your lilac cold soul
And mind so confused?
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